Snap Studios.

When you're a little kid playing hide and go see, you discovered that sometimes, the best place to hide is in plain sight.

Twisting to spoot, stay tuned. Stay true.

From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to spooked. When I was little, and my grandmother had lost most of her sight, she would sometimes call to me. And I would come, sit with her, read to her, from her Bible, from the Church Bulletin, from the Detroit Free Press.

Other times, I tell her what her characters were wearing on all my children,

and who looked like they were up to no good.

She told me, she could only see motion mostly.

Sometimes the light and the dark, but mostly just the dark.

And although she could no longer see she turned toward me when I spoke

looked me in my eyes and I can see her eyes.

Alert, searching knowing blind eyes.

Once she called me and I did not come I watched her instead watched her call me to her and

I sat silent on the stairs, not moving, not even breathing as she waited and waited did not come.

Never, ever, ever, have I tasted such tear,

is when she casually turned her head toward mine

and those blind eyes look directly at me.

From the snap judgment's underground layer, my name is Phil Washington.

You can see whatever you want to see.

Stuke starts.

Now. We're not going to We begin.

Paulette's little daughter, she has an imaginary friend.

You know, like the kid to do, what could possibly go wrong?

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